An Unexpected Harvest

At the same time, in Spirit Studio.

On the sofa, Ning Xi was skimming through the studio's monthly accounts, looking solemn.

Three hundred thousand dollars of her capital had been depleted by half and the studio was still not profiting.

Gong Shangze felt he was to blame. "I'm sorry, Boss. I'm not good at marketing..."

Even though they had won a very prestigious award, the current market seemed to be entirely taken over by History. Plus, History was secretly blocking their orders. Ning Xi was obviously aware of this fact.

After all, a fashion studio was not only about designs; they could not miss out on the elements of development, design, production, and sales.

"Based on our studio's current situation, even though there is a positive correlation between small self-operating boutique models and profit margins, the investment is too huge and the need for human resources was high too, so it was obviously not very suitable for us," pondered Ning Xi.